Princess Vore Novels & Stories

Hi all. Ozilla Gold here. I have compiled a few details about my world. These will help you to navigate well through the book. I have created a fantasy map for my world. You should refer to it. Princess Anastasia Aramaer: (Princess of the Fae Kingdom of Vilinski and future witch Queen of Lorea). Lives in Kralj palace. Prince Macilleus Volkov: (Crown Prince of the Silver Vales wolf pack. Crown Prince of Draoidh the wizard kingdom).

To an ordinary person, he would have lied to the person but it was Marcus. He arrived and when he got the news that he will be taking the vampire princess as a concubine, he went pale and was disappointed. Not that the vampire princess was bad, she was beautiful and she was the last of the vampire King's three children and loved greatly in the vampire kingdom. Zendaya was her name.

She couldn't say anything because Severus was immediately gone like the wind passing by. "Arggg... How could you ignore me again this time? I am the princess of darkness and how dare he not to love me back! Is this a punishment for my eagerness to have a relationship with the most handsome vampire in history?" Vivory shouted and the things inside the room broke apart after receiving the thunderous voice of Vivory.

, She shouted and hugged Aurora tightly. "Oh My God! Char, you're strangling me." "Oops! Sorry." Her stomach grumbled. "Hunger!" "Let's bake those cookies." "Okay", she said and picked up her phone. "Aurora?" "Yes?", She said still mixing the dough. "Do you know The Crown Prince of Valtoria, Prince Zuerien?" "Who is that?", Aurora asked squeezing her nose. Charlotte face pamled herself. "Do you live in a cave?" "I think so."

Mercil added Princess Sidhiel giggles loving Mercil excitement over it. "Well...the first princess I met is Princess Eruvelliel Vranduel, she's from the kingdom of dragons and the beholder of fire. 'OLCA', the second most powerful kingdom of all other kingdoms. She has a red hair and so beautiful, considerate, friendly, straightforward, a leader, strong, brave, adventurous, creative, classy, humble and has a woman power" Princess Sidhiel said truthfully as she continues while Mercil listen well,

It sounded as if they were trying to respond, but he gave them no opportunity, “I am Prince Markmannon Orvis, son of the great King Orvis and the true queen of Kurr. My claim to the throne is far stronger than yours, Mandrake. Since the princess agreed to marry me prior to learning of your claim to her, and considering my royal lineage, I’d say your agreement with her mother and father is null and void.” I flew into the kitchen. “How long?” I said, “How long have you been lying to me?” Mark wore a look of surprise as he tried his best to regain his composure. “Good day, Princess,” Drake said softly. “I trust you are better?” “I was until I heard the bullshit coming out of this son-of-a-bit

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

So she just put on a scared face as she started to tear up. “This! This is a warning that we’re after you princess!” Verona said as her eyes got even redder and the aura around her got dangerous. “You can’t hide anymore. We’ll try everything in our power to defeat you and use you for the power we need. By the end of this war. You’ll be just like that dead mouse.” Verona’s expressions got darker and more psychotic with each word she spoke. She forgot that she wasn’t supposed to reveal her identity so soon cause of how angry she had just gotten at Siana.

Rhae took a deep breath, checking her fingers for any lingering blue flames, before strolling out of her chambers towards the greenhouse. Prince Valor was sitting down feasting on pastries. If he isn't careful he could become as big as his father. Rhae strolled purposefully towards the table before taking a seat across from the Prince. She gave him a pointed stare, waiting for him to stop staring at her with a pastry hanging half out of his mouth. Valor slowly took the pastry out of his mouth and placed it on his plate, chewing the bite he took before he pulled it away.

Then, unexpectedly, an arrow slammed into one of the pillars above my head, just an inch over. “What?” I leapt sideways, stifling a scream. A soft laugh answered from the far end of the corridor. A little girl appeared, clad in archery gear, holding a bow in one hand. Her expression was completely unapologetic. Her hair was jet black, with a slight wave at the ends. Those golden eyes were painfully familiar, radiating an arrogance and strength far beyond her years. “That’s Princess Elira. Daughter of King Rael and Queen Nerissa,” Liora whispered urgently. “Bow respectfully in her presence, Veya.”